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If you attended our Secrets launch you may have indulged our call for confessions and left a secret or two behind for us to peruse. Some secrets appeared on our Instagram before we passed them on to Curtis AuCoin, who turned them into a poem. Here's the result, accompanied by images from AuCoin's series "What's Personal, What's Secret."

First Time Right After

I smoke weed everyday. I pee in the shower. I sleepwith my man imagine him a girl. Wantingmy sister to miscarry because I can’t be an uncle.Bridget Jones five times a year. Snapchat with a fake name.I guess I’ll get over that mean, lovely, sweet, lying—I love love the good people overall. Theyfound me on a dancefloor sizing-up the dicks.Who doesn’t dislike their downstairs neighbour?Come at me with penis smell and I’ll scrubmy toilet with your toothbrush. Fuck if I careI’m the person who’s farted when you hear a fart.I eat carrots with peanut butter and I still believe in love.Those of my dreams are dying knowing I’ll get seriously ill.Lip-synced with a lisp while pooping. Totallyshagged a guy. Wet the bed and went to work.Gambling smiley lol I’m not actually cool.Looked for art in an envelope I saidI mailed, I didn’t. Came to the show.Got naked with a friend. The road at night my escort,there for me lying in the middle. I’m trying not to worry.My co-worker is tolerable. My pussy a stoner.The planet is doomed. Without shopliftingI can’t commit pre-emptive suicide.I’m told I’m a misandrist.

Curtis AuCoin is a writer & artist with legally hazel eyes who currently lives on unceded Coast Salish territories.

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